From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #225 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Tuesday, June 9 1998 Volume 02 : Number 225 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: ADMIN: List rules BUFFYFIC: "My Name Is..." 1/1 BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 30) BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions 10/12 BUFFYFIC: My Heart's Confession (1/1) BUFFYFIC: Wet and Wild (1/1) See the end of the digest for information on (un)subscribing to the buffyfic or buffyfic-digest mailing lists and on how to retrieve back issues. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 09 Jun 1998 09:24:32 -0400 From: sah (by way of sah ) (by way of sah ) Subject: BUFFYFIC: ADMIN: List rules Welcome! This list is for fiction related to "Buffy The Vampire Slayer," both the TV series and the movie. 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Jill Kirby (jtkirby@mcs.com) & sah (romana@mindspring.com) Listowners, Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fiction List buffyfic@xmission.com - - ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 09 Jun 1998 13:17:35 EDT From: "The Mistress" Subject: BUFFYFIC: "My Name Is..." 1/1 Title: "My Name Is..." Author: EA Karras Emails: mattacks@hotmail.com or karras@rocketmail.com Part: 1/1 Distribution: My website, and The Slayer Fanfic (I've allready submited it manually) Everyone else, ask. Spoilers: to be safe, I'll say the entire 2nd season, but I think it's only one or two eps. Disclaimers: Everything Buffy belongs to the allpowerful Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and The WB Network. "Is This" belongs to Oingo Boingo, Danny Elfman and MCA. This is for entertainment only. Comments: My first Xanderfic. Bear with me if I don't get him right. This stemmed from a really wacked out dream I had of Slayerettes Anonomous. Very scary. (Not the fic) - ----------------------- <"Another place another time/Another face that looks like mine/Another soul for all to see/Is this reality?"> "My name...my name is Xander Harris. I'm 17 years old, and I live in Sunnydale, California. I had two friends before Buffy Summers moved to town, and now I have more, but I lost the two most important to me. I have a girlfriend, but I don't think I really love her. I hate school, like any normal teen would, but it doesn't matter. " <"If I could only find the words/I'm sure that they would go unheard/With one exception I can see/Is this reality?"> "My name is Xander Harris, and I'm 17 years old. I haven't loved that many people in my life, but those I've loved I've managed to alienate. By my relationship with Cordelia Chase, I've alienate the girl I've known since childhood, and probabally would've grownup to marry. By lying to Buffy, I've killed her lover." <"Oh, If I could only make time stand still for a moment/ Capture a memory/and live it one more time/ but I believe"> "My name is Xander Harris, and I'm 17 years old. I live on a hellmouth, and I think about death to much. I make jokes to coverup my fear, but lately I've just wanted it to end. Somehow I've lost most of what I cared about, and I don't know how to get it back." <"That I would really change a thing/A second chance to get it right/I think the end is close at hand/I had a vision I don't understand"> "My name is Xander Harris, and I'm 17 years old. I miss Buffy, and I miss Willow......and I don't think I love my girlfriend...I think The Watcher hates me, and I don't know why..." <"Don't you see/I was made for you and you for me/Close your eyes/Are you ready for a big surprise?"> "My name is Xander Harris, and I'm afraid.....I'm afraid my friend won't come home, and that the vampires will be able to finally take over Sunnydale if she doesn't. I'm afraid that Oz will hurt Willow, and I'm afraid that Cordelia will hurt me..." <"Oh, hold the clock/Say the words to make it stop/Now, Slam, Bam, Thank you Ma'am/Wasn't it a pleasant life we shared?/Now who really cares?"> "My name is Xander Harris, and I want Buffy to come home...I'm want everything back to normal, and I want Willow to love me..." <"Why pretend you don't remember?/Wipe it clean and start again/Hope to see you in the summer"> "My name is Xander Harris, and I'm 17 years old. I have loved, lost and I'm definetly still bewildered." <"Another place another time/Another face that looks like mine..."> "My name is Xander Harris, and I'm sorry...." <"Another soul for all to see/Is this . . . Is this . . ."> ***** The End ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 09 Jun 1998 12:21:43 -0700 From: LadySun Subject: BUFFYFIC: Charlotte Sometimes (part 30) I know I'm being *really* Bad about this. And I'm sorry! I'll warn you now this isn't one of my better chapters! (again, I'm sorry) But I wanted to get it out, I've been stalling enough. There's violence still... So you've been warned. As always I own nobody (save for Dru's family and friends... But they're all dead or dying soooooo... *g*) Enjoy! Charlotte Sometimes (part 30) She was asleep when he found her. It was much harder then he would have thought. There must have been a hundred cells in this place, each filled with anywhere from 2 to 10 prisoners. Witches. He'd over looked her the first time, but when he came back to look in the small window he saw it was her. Angelus backed off for a moment. Looking at her hideous form. He should have known. He'd seen the horrors of these places. Heard of what could happen, but never in his imaginings could he see her beautiful form so distraught and hurt. They'd chained her up. Her arms where tied to a large pole in the middle - more or less of her dungeon and her ankles where tied to a bolt going straight into the ground. He pushed his body away from the site, he knew his face had contorted to that of the demon inside of him. And his low growls could most likely be heard by the young girls inside the hideous pit. ~ "Nah? Wauh?" Desiree's eyes scanned the surrounding area as she heard the voice. "Drusilla?" She asked, looking over at the sleeping girl. At least she hoped Drusilla was sleeping, she was too far away to tell, but Desiree was fairly sure Dru still breathed. "Drusilla!" She hissed kicking the girl with the tip of her toes. ~ Drusilla came awake with a shocking start. She didn't have stun, or wandering's of where she was. Why she was in a cold, dank place instead of a warm bed.. No, she knew exactly where she was, and what was going on. Having that scared hopeless nausea when Desiree began to cry. When her new friend told her someone was here. Timidly Drusilla got unto her knee's shoving the heavy chains so she could move, and began to crawl to the wooden wall looking out into the hallway of tortures. Her whole body began to shake and she could feel a cold sweat taking over her body. Her mind alone willed her hands to etch further and her knees to still. And so it was that she got to the heavy wooden door and pulled herself to her unsteady feet to look out the tiny window high on the door, looking out through bars. She crumbled down to the floor and sighed. "No one is there Desiree. You must have been dreaming" She said gently, as she crawled back near the window. Back near her friend. ~ Desiree's eyes cast downwards. She could still here the voice. The growl the -- Desiree's eyes shot upwards to look at the window. "Drusilla!" She shouted looking upwards. ~ "Hush!" Drusilla hissed, terribly afraid the guards would hear and see herself awake and ready to be interrogated yet again. Dru looked back down at her body. Her ankle was terribly sprung. Possibly broken! It was swelled largely and turned further from blue to a darker black color. The men, the interrogators had stripped her first looking for witch marks - looking for any sign or place that the devil could enter her. The thought made her sick. The devil! She.. She could *never* serve him. She was a good Catholic. A pure, good, loving-- when they found no witch marks they assumed the devil had found a new place to enter. Some place on her body that would have little feeling, or no feeling. They'd not found a place, because there had not been a single area on her body that when poked with a hot spike or some other means she'd not screamed out. The pain became to much as it was, and she'd passed out during the sign of confession. When she'd awoken she'd been here, with Desiree, and with clothing. "Drusilla! Dru-- Drusilla!" Desiree continued to cry. "What is it?" She hissed not meaning the venom in which it had come out as. She was just under tremendous stress. Drusilla followed Desiree's eyes towards the window. Her heart skipped a beat "Angelus!" She cried out. Her body flew upwards, and jumped, purposely ignoring the pain in her ankle and caught her good foot on the stubbled rocks of her prison, clamping her hands around the window's bars. ~ Angelus snickered as Drusilla pressed herself as close to freedom as she could get. "They think I'm a witch!" She cried, tears already streaming down her face. "My mother.." She couldn't finish the sentence, though the thought was hardly lost. "Y-y-you where there! You were t-there Angelus! You-you need to tell them!" Angelus all but rolled his eyes at her fanatics. And she noticed. She noticed the utter uncaring in his voice, the looking away. The smirking! There was a pause, as Drusilla looking into Angelus's eyes intently, trying to see if her convictions were true... "How'd you get there?" She asked, her large eyes widening. "How were you there? In the woods where she... Where, Isabelle was...?" ~ "What?" He asked. He'd been actually expecting a 'thank-god you're here' rather than an accusion "You were..." Her mouth went dry, and the tears once again stopped. A vision assaulted her senses. A Simple image. Angelus leaning over Isabelles body, holding her arms pinned above her head, and looking down into her eyes... "Did you do it?" She asked, looking at him, her large eyes trying to pierce his soul. Whether she pierced his soul or not he flinched. "Drusilla?" He asked back "how could you think that? That I could hurt them?" his words carefully leveled themselves as he spoke softer and slower. "That I could hurt you?" ~ Oh god! Her head cried. She'd just accused the only man she'd ever loved. That'd ever loved her of killing her family! "I-I-I-" She looked away, her fingers slipping from the rails as she lost the will to hold on. His fingers slid over hers holding her there. She looked up. He was smiling at her. Giving her hope. "I'm sorry" she finished. Angelus shook his head. There was no need for sorry's. - -- _-SuN-_ SD - Http://home.earthlink.net/~kbleyle/SD/index.html Daylight licked me into shape, I must have been asleep for days. And moving lips to breathe her name, I opened up my eyes And found myself alone alone, Alone above a raging sea That stole the only girl I loved, And drowned her deep inside of me (The Cure) _ - _Spikette _ Dru's Dolly - Mercenary_ - _ _ - _ Head Dominatrix in the Evil _ - _ _ - _ Plan For World Domination, _ - _ _ - _ With Chains and Stuff _ - _ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 09 Jun 1998 12:31:31 PDT From: "Jennifer M." Subject: BUFFYFIC: Best Intentions 10/12 TITLE: Best Intentions AUTHOR: Jennifer M. (cliodhna25@hotmail.com) SUMMARY: What would happen if Buffy's mom found her diary? RATING: PG. TIME PERIOD: Maybe past Becoming 1? THANKYOUS: Thanks Leslie S.! FEEDBACK: Please! Any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. DISTRIBUTION: Please ask. DISCLAIMER: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, et al. The idea is mine, though! WARNING!WARNING!WARNING!WARNING!WARNING!WARNING!WARNING!WARNING! The death of a main character takes place in this chapter. Please do not read any further if this will effect you adversly. I didn't want to, but, I had no say in the matter. This story pretty much wrote itself. My apologies. ~~ Best Intentions Part 10 Buffy opened her eyes, and took stock of the situation. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The four people to whom she is closest in the world were ready to fight for her. Die for her! 'Not today,' she thought. She had nothing to fight with. 'Dammit!' Her mind raced for a way to beat Angelus. Or, at least chase him out of the room! He was standing to her left, between the bed and the door. The four were just inside the doorway. She looked at Willow, still not moving, and tried to get the girl's attention. 'Willow!' She screamed silently. 'Look at me!' But, Willow did not. 'Willow!' She tried again. 'Where is that psychic sense when you need it? Willow!' Finally! Willow was looking at her. Buffy motioned her to be quiet. "Give me your stake!" She mouthed to the girl. Willow's eyes opened wide. "Come on! Now!" She mouthed again. Willow threw the stake at Buffy, praying she would catch it. "Willow! Untie my feet!" Buffy yelled and aimed the stake at Angel. Everyone turned to look at her. "Aw, look who's up," Angelus drawled. Willow was working desperately to untie the restraint on Buffy's right foot, while Xander moved quickly to untie the left. "That's right, Angel," she said sweetly. "If I were you, I'd get out of here before I'm untied. Or all that's left of you is going to fit quite nicely into an ashtray…" Joyce and Giles moved away from the door, to give him the option to leave. "Aw, Buff, you know and I know that you can't kill me. Your precious Angel is still in here somewhere. He's constantly fighting to get out," he sneered. "Well, Angelus, let's test that theory," she said as she stood up on her bed. She could have sworn she saw fear flash through his eyes. "You don't look too threatening in that nightgown, Buffy," he growled as the demon within appeared on his face. "Let's get this over with. Now!" He lunged at her. Buffy quickly stepped out of his way. Joyce screamed and lurched forward as Giles again had to restrain her to keep her from jumping into the fight. "Come on Angel, can't you do better than that?" Buffy taunted him. She jumped off of the bed to the opposite side of the room, and aimed the stake at him. She knew what she had to do. She was finally ready. He lunged towards her again, and slid on the floor grabbing her legs as he fell. She fell along with him, fighting all the way. The others watched in horror, as the two ex-lovers fought for their lives and crashed into the far wall. "Buffy! Watch out!" Joyce yelled at her daughter. Angelus grabbed the back of her head and smashed it to the floor. She looked up at him more determined than ever, as blood began to trickle out of her nose. "You really shouldn't have done that," she said, her voice cold. The intensity in her eyes told Angelus what was about to happen. She reached around him and with a quick decisive move, staked him in the heart. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him for the last time. He smiled in that instant before he turned to dust. "Thank you. I love…" and he was gone. Buffy collapsed to the floor, sobbing. "Buffy, honey. Oh my God," Joyce ran to her daughter. She fell to the floor and pulled her daughter into her arms. "Oh Sweetheart. I am so sorry. I am so sorry." The two sat on the floor, and Joyce rocked her daughter. Giles, Xander and Willow watched with wonder the touching scene taking place. "Oh, uh, I think we should leave. Buffy, Mrs. Summers, we'll wait for you outside," Willow said. Mother and daughter sat on the floor crying. As the three opened the door, a nurse came through, wondering at the commotion. "What's going on in here. What happened to Nurse Collins? What is going on!" Giles took charge and led her into the hallway. Xander and Willow followed him. "Come on, Buffy, it's time to get you out of here," Joyce said to her. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart for not listening to you. I should know better. Come on, let's go." "Mom? Thanks for coming to get me…" Buffy said through her tears. "Oh, honey, I'm just sorry I didn't come sooner." Buffy remembered, just as her mother started to pull her up off of the ground. "Wait!" She bent down and scooped up a handful of ashes. She looked her mother in the eye, "OK. I'm ready." ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 9 Jun 1998 14:25:12 -0700 From: taygeta@juno.com (Charity C. T.) Subject: BUFFYFIC: My Heart's Confession (1/1) Name: My Heart's Confession Author: Taygeta Address: taygeta@juno.com Feedback: Please! Uses in anything: Sure, but tell me first. Spoiler: Not really, a smidgen of a mention about Prophecy girl Disclaimer: The Buffy characters portrayed in this story and any other references to Buffy the Vampire Slayer are the property of its creater Joss Whedon, and its owners Mutant Enemy productions, Kuzui Productions, Sandollar Productions, and 20th Century Fox. Rating: PG *************************** My Heart's Confession By: Taygeta "Okay, Buffy, there's something I have to tell you," Xander said with a deep breath as he began to pace back and forth in the room. "I know I told you this a long time ago, but that was then, and this is now, and times have changed…at least I hope so." "See the thing is, I - I…" he paused, closed his eyes, and his fingers fell to his chin, almost as if he were trying to get his jaw to work properly. "I - I might as well let you know that…well, that I'm in love with you." He paused for the reaction, upon seeing none, he continued, "I tell myself constantly that I should stop…that I have to move on. And although I know I should…Buff…I can't because of you… you're the one I want. God knows that I don't even deserve your recognition of me, but as much as I try…as much as I force myself to look away…be away, I always have to return because you're always there when I return. Xander exhaled deeply and his eyes darted to the ceiling in contemplation as to what he wanted to say to her next, "Just tell me, Buffy, tell me that the answer I got before isn't the same as it is today?" thought Xander as he sat down on the edge of his bed, _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 09 Jun 1998 17:04:14 PDT From: "Leslie S." Subject: BUFFYFIC: Wet and Wild (1/1) TITLE: Wet and Wild AUTHOR: Leslie S. E-MAIL: leslie_s_@hotmail.com DISTRIBUTION: Sure as long as I know about it. RATING: PG-13 for Adult Content SUMMARY: When Xander inadvertently eavesdrops on Willow and Oz, he just can’t believe what’s going on! DISCLAIMER: All characters are borrowed from Joss Whedon and crew. No infringement is intended. FEEDBACK: Writer cannot live by bread alone. Thanks to Jennifer M., Lynn, Mina, and SuperPixie Xander Harris stopped mid knock as he stood listening at the bedroom door of one Willow Rosenberg. He could not believe what he was hearing! Oz: Are you sure Willow? Willow: Yes, Oz I am. Oz: You know it'll probably hurt. Willow: I know, but I can't wait any longer. Besides, it’s all wet now. If we wait, it may not be as easy. You'll be gentle with me won't you? Oz: How can you even ask that question? I love you. I'd never hurt you. Intentionally that is. Cause I can pretty much guarantee this IS gonna hurt. OK, here goes. After a few moments... Willow: Oh Oz...That feels so good. Could you go just a little slower? Oz: Sure...Is this better? Willow: Mmmmmm.... Much better. Oz: Oh good...Does it still hurt? Willow: Just a bit. But if you went a bit faster now, and to the right, I don't think I would mind so much. Just as Xander was trying to pry himself away from the door, he saw Mrs. Rosenberg heading up the stairs with a tray of cookies and three glasses of milk. < My god! I gotta head her off. > Xander thought. It was hard enough for him know what was going on behind Willow's door, but he couldn't imagine what Mrs. Rosenberg's reaction would be! "Mrs. Rosenberg!" Xander exclaimed in a very loud voice, hoping to alert Willow to the presence of her mother. "Xander? What are you doing out here? Aren't they through in there yet?" "N---N---No?" Xander stammered, unable to accept that Mrs. Rosenberg not only knew what was going on but also came bearing post-coital snacks. "If you'd come by earlier, it might be you in there instead of Oz." "Huh?" "I guess they will be done soon. Oh, there's the phone. Here Xander." Mrs. Rosenberg thrust the tray at him. "Can you take this in for me?" "Uh...sure Mrs. Rosenberg," Xander replied weakly, accepting the tray before she could disappear downstairs. Just then he heard Willow let out a brief cry. Xander's stomach did a flip-flop realizing the implication of the cry. It was all so hard to take in. Willow, his Willow, was having...having s--se--se-- (he couldn't even think it) with wolfboy *and* her mother not only knew but somehow didn't mind. Willow cried out again, obviously in pain. That did it for Xander. Nobody hurt his Willow. Without so much as knocking, he flung open the door to Willow's room and burst in, pretty sure of what he would see. He was never more wrong. Oz was *not* sprawled on top of Willow in her bed as Xander had been prepared to see. Nor did it seem that Willow was trying to get away from him. Instead, he found the redhead seated at her desk with Oz standing right behind her, a brush in one hand and scissors in the other. "Goodie! Snacks!" Willow exclaimed. "Wil, Oz...you’re not…not uh…what *are* you doing?" Xander asked hesitantly, trying to take in the scene before him as he set the milk and cookies down on the desk. He felt the flush of embarrassment begin to creep up from his neck, to his chin, up his cheeks, and finally stop at his forehead. Xander didn’t even need to think about his burning ears! "My mom had to help me wash my hair, cause I still have to be careful of the stitches. But we ran out of conditioner. And you know how wild my hair gets when it’s wet. Especially if I don’t brush it out right away. So when Oz showed up early, he offered to brush it out for me." Willow explained. "But there’s this knot that I can’t get out, so I have to cut it out." Oz explained, waving the scissors as if to emphasize his statement. "Is it really big?" "Don’t worry," Oz reassured his girlfriend. "It’s only small knot-sized." "That’s good cause I don’t want to be missing a clump of hair like the last time Xander offered to help me with my hair," Willow playfully admonished. A look of mock hurt crossed Xander’s face. "That was *not* my fault, and besides, we were eight." "Xander," Willow began. "Not that I really mind, but why’d you come bursting in here like that?" "It’s actually kinda funny. Before I came in, I could hear you guys from the hallway." "So?" "Well it sounded like you were uh hav-, that you two were um-" "What?" Willow cut Xander off. "Itsoundedlikeyouttwowereinherehavingsexandyourmotherknewandit soundedlikeOzwashurtingyou." Xander spoke in one large breath. "You thought we were having sex?" Oz asked, a bit surprised at what Xander had been thinking. "With Willow’s mom home...that’s crazy." Xander visibly relaxed. < What was I thinking? > he thought to himself. This was after all *Willow*. "Yeah silly," Willow began. "We only ever have sex in the back of Oz’s van!" - --End— My humble fan fiction page (3 whole BVS stories to date)can be found at: http://beavis.intercom.net/~lilsprout/fanfic.html ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #225 ****************************** To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command subscribe buffyfic-digest or subscribe buffy to majordomo@xmission.com. You will need to go through a confirmation process, and the listowners have to manually approve your subscription request, so it may take some time. To unsubscribe, send email to majordomo@xmission.com with unsubscribe buffyfic-digest or unsubscribe buffyfic in the body. 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